After being gone so long, Ruthie walked in and Annie hugged her.
"Where have you been?" Annie asked.
"I took a walk. I had to think," Ruthie replied. She went upstairs. She had to talk to someone. She saw Jennifer.
"Ruthie. Could you come here?" Jennifer asked. Ruthie reluctantly went inside Simon's room with her.
"What?" Ruthie asked, timidly.
"Where does Simon keep his money?" Jennifer asked. Ruthie gulped and thought: This must be what she's looking for...
"I don't know," Ruthie replied. She walked out. There was no one in the hall way, so Jennifer grabbed her and pulled her in Simon's room and began hitting her. Jennifer slapped Ruthie in the face. Ruthie felt sting and blood seemed to rush to her face. The mirror revealed a clear hand print.
"If they ask about that, tell them that you ran into your dresser," Jennifer commanded.
"It's a hand print!" Ruthie cried aloud.
"It only looks like that now, it'll clear up and bruise," Jennifer replied, "Where's his money?" The evil look in her eyes told Ruthie to lie.
"He....uh....keeps it in his third....uh....drawer," Ruthie lied. Jennifer opened the drawer and began throwing things about. She found no money. She pulled a knife from her pocket. She held it to Ruthie's frightened face.
"Tell me where he keeps his money!!" Jennifer exclaimed. She kicked Ruthie.
"I won't!" Ruthie replied. She dashed out of the room and fled to Mary and Lucy's room.
"She's after me! She wants money! She wants Simon's money! Help!!!! I need help. She's gotta knife! She made this hand print!" Ruthie exclaimed.
"What hand print?" Lucy asked. Ruthie stared in the mirror. The hand print was gone, but there was a bruise forming.
"Don't worry, Simon told us that you guys were playing that silly little game about Jennifer being bad," Mary replied. Ruthie walked out. She saw Jennifer in the hall and darted past her and downstairs.
***
Annie saw the bruise on Ruthie's face when she came downstairs.
"Ruthie. What happened?" Annie asked, looking at her daughter's face.
"I....uh... ran into my dresser," Ruthie lied. Annie looked at her.
"How did it happen?" Annie asked, with concern.
"I don't know. I just ran into it," Ruthie replied. Jennifer listened and walked in.
"Oh! Ruthie! Your face!" Jennifer faked sympethy. Ruthie didn't glare, but felt like it.
"When's dinner?" Ruthie asked Annie.
"Soon. Jennifer fixed it," Annie replied. Ruthie didn't want to eat it, but realized that she would have to.
Later, when no one was in the kitchen, Jennifer got out the roast and began to seperate it onto plates. She seperated Ruthie's plate and got out some pills. They were drugs. Well, a perscription medicine that was easily addicting. She took out five pills and put them into Ruthie's food. Then, she poured the drinks and pulled out some strong wine. She dumped some in Ruthie's drink. Then she pulled out a tums and broke it up, putting it into Ruthie's food, too.
"Where have you been?" Annie asked.
"I took a walk. I had to think," Ruthie replied. She went upstairs. She had to talk to someone. She saw Jennifer.
"Ruthie. Could you come here?" Jennifer asked. Ruthie reluctantly went inside Simon's room with her.
"What?" Ruthie asked, timidly.
"Where does Simon keep his money?" Jennifer asked. Ruthie gulped and thought: This must be what she's looking for...
"I don't know," Ruthie replied. She walked out. There was no one in the hall way, so Jennifer grabbed her and pulled her in Simon's room and began hitting her. Jennifer slapped Ruthie in the face. Ruthie felt sting and blood seemed to rush to her face. The mirror revealed a clear hand print.
"If they ask about that, tell them that you ran into your dresser," Jennifer commanded.
"It's a hand print!" Ruthie cried aloud.
"It only looks like that now, it'll clear up and bruise," Jennifer replied, "Where's his money?" The evil look in her eyes told Ruthie to lie.
"He....uh....keeps it in his third....uh....drawer," Ruthie lied. Jennifer opened the drawer and began throwing things about. She found no money. She pulled a knife from her pocket. She held it to Ruthie's frightened face.
"Tell me where he keeps his money!!" Jennifer exclaimed. She kicked Ruthie.
"I won't!" Ruthie replied. She dashed out of the room and fled to Mary and Lucy's room.
"She's after me! She wants money! She wants Simon's money! Help!!!! I need help. She's gotta knife! She made this hand print!" Ruthie exclaimed.
"What hand print?" Lucy asked. Ruthie stared in the mirror. The hand print was gone, but there was a bruise forming.
"Don't worry, Simon told us that you guys were playing that silly little game about Jennifer being bad," Mary replied. Ruthie walked out. She saw Jennifer in the hall and darted past her and downstairs.
***
Annie saw the bruise on Ruthie's face when she came downstairs.
"Ruthie. What happened?" Annie asked, looking at her daughter's face.
"I....uh... ran into my dresser," Ruthie lied. Annie looked at her.
"How did it happen?" Annie asked, with concern.
"I don't know. I just ran into it," Ruthie replied. Jennifer listened and walked in.
"Oh! Ruthie! Your face!" Jennifer faked sympethy. Ruthie didn't glare, but felt like it.
"When's dinner?" Ruthie asked Annie.
"Soon. Jennifer fixed it," Annie replied. Ruthie didn't want to eat it, but realized that she would have to.
Later, when no one was in the kitchen, Jennifer got out the roast and began to seperate it onto plates. She seperated Ruthie's plate and got out some pills. They were drugs. Well, a perscription medicine that was easily addicting. She took out five pills and put them into Ruthie's food. Then, she poured the drinks and pulled out some strong wine. She dumped some in Ruthie's drink. Then she pulled out a tums and broke it up, putting it into Ruthie's food, too.